THE SEA HATH ITS PEARLS. FROM THE GERMAN OF HEINRICH HEINE. THE sea hath its pearls, The heaven hath its stars; My heart hath its love. Great are the sea and the heaven; Thou little, youthful maiden, Come unto my great heart; POETIC APHORISMS. FROM THE SINNGEDICHTE OF FREIDRICH VON LOGAU, Seventeenth Century. MONEY. Whereunto is money good? Who has it has much trouble and care, Who once has had it has despair. THE BEST MEDICINES. Joy and temperance and repose Slam the door on the doctor's nose. SIN. Man-like is it to fall into sin, POVERTY AND BLINDNESS. A blind man is a poor man, and blind a poor man is; For the former seeth no man, and the latter no man sees LAW OF LIFE. Live I, so live I, CREEDS. Lutheran, Popish, Calvinistic, all these creeds and doctrines three Extant are; but still the doubt is, where Christianity may be. THE RESTLESS HEART. A millstone and the human heart are driven ever round; If they have nothing else to grind, they must themselves be ground. CHRISTIAN LOVE. Whilom love was like a fire, and warmth and comfort it be spoke ; But, alas! it now is quenched, and only bites us, like the smoke. ART AND TACT. Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; RETRIBUTION. Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceedingly small; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all. TRUTH. When by night the frogs are croaking, kindle but a torch's fire, Ha! how soon they all are silent! Thus truth silences the liar. RHYMES. If perhaps these rhymes of mine should sound not well in strangers' ears, They have only to bethink them that it happens so with theirs; For so long as words, like mortals, call a fatherland their own, They will be most highly valued where they are best and longest known. BALLADS. THE SKELETON IN ARMOUR. [THE following ballad was suggested to me while riding on the sea-shore at Newport. A year or two previous, a skeleton had been dug up at Fall River, clad in broken and corroded armour; and the idea occurred to me of connecting it with the Round Tower at Newport, generally known hitherto as the Old Windmill, though now claimed by the Danes as a work of their early ancestors.] SPEAK! speak! thou fearful guest! Who, with thy hollow breast, Why dost thou haunt me?" And, like the water's flow From the heart's chamber. "I was a Viking old! My deeds, though manifold, No Saga taught thee! Take heed, that in thy verse For this I sought thee. "Far in the northern land, And, with my skates fast-bound, "Oft to his frozen lair Oft through the forest dark Sang from the meadow. "But when I older grew, Joining a corsair's crew, O'er the dark sea I flew 66 With the marauders. Many a wassail-bout "Once, as I told in glee And as the white stars shine "I wooed the blue-eyed maid, Our vows were plighted. Under its loosened vest Like birds within their nest "Bright in her father's hall When of old Hildebrand I asked his daughter's hand, "While the brown ale he quaffed, So the loud laugh of scorn, "She was a prince's child, I but a Viking wild, And though she blushed and smiled, I was discarded! Should not the dove so white Follow the sea-mew's flight, Why did they leave that night "Scarce had I put to sea, Bearing the maid with me,- Fairest of all was she Among the Norsemen ! When on the white-sea strand, Waving his armèd hand, Saw we old Hildebrand, With twenty horsemen. "Then launched they to the blast, Bent like a reed each mast, Yet we were gaining fast, When the wind failed us : And with a sudden flaw Laugh as he hailed us. 2 M |